Access Hollywood Extends The Borders Of Hollywood To Include Beijing
It's the second (or third? Who even knows anymore? This is going to last for the rest of your life.) week of the Olympics, and that low-grade Olympic fever you were running on August 8th has officially progressed into Olympics mono: complete with swollen lymph nodes, debilitating fatigue, and general exhaustion that covers you like a leaden blanket.
It wasn't NBC's 24-hour, multi-channel coverage of the actual sporting events that did you in–catching a few minutes here and there of Dressage or MichaelPhelpswimming (they're re-naming the sport after him) or Fencing can be enjoyable, no matter how much the commentators try to ruin it with their incessant, unnecessary, throttle-worthy blathering. No, it was the seemingly endless supply of color pieces about Beijing–they have karaoke there!–and reports about what Olympians eat or have on their ipods, not to mention Al Roker and Matt Lauer's patented funtime Olympics comedy pieces that pushed you over the edge.
So, exactly how much Olympics coverage is too much? When Billy Bush, of Access Hollywood and being-a-brain-stem-with-glass-eyes fame, is there:
What's it like to be a varnished marionette with a brain chip emblazoned only with the word "duh" and covering the Olympics? It's, um, weird, especially with all the Chinese children/symbols of young capitalism running around.